Zero Grounds

I'm too lazy and pissy right now to re-type all of this and lay it out in proper blog format, but if you were curious as to my strongly-held opinions regarding Park51 — the infamous "Ground Zero Mosque" — you may observe them here, on this badly-done MS Paint reproduction of the forum in which I do all my serious political debating: Facebook.

[Click to magnify to normal reading size. Selected comments unrelated to the outcome have been removed.]

The link to the original story may be found here.

(Also, in case you were wondering, that's Miss Kazakhstan during the national costume portion of the Miss Universe pageant in my avatar.)

Take It Off!

Several Saturdays ago, I went to a midnight showing of Doc Wasabassco's Burlesque at Union Hall. One of the first thoughts to pop into my head upon my decision to attend this engagement was: "Finally! An excuse to wear my lavender feathered cocktail hat with my leopard-print pumps!"

Yes, these are the sort of things I spontaneously muse upon.

And before I go any further, let me just advise you all that when you're wearing stiletto heels, it is NOT a good idea to follow the HopStop directions that include the step "Walk 10 blocks south on 5th Ave."

Anyway...

I'm a big fan of burlesque (then again, I'm also of the opinion that pole dancing is a legitimate art form). Maybe it's a result of my third-wave feminist streak and love of unique and creative self-expression. Or maybe It's just because I like to look at pretty naked girls. Either way, it's fun. And as I briefly mentioned in this post, I'm also a big fan of the unorthodox and unusual. People usually associate burlesque with a kind of kitschy, old-fashioned flirtiness. Which is why when the stage went dark in preparation for this next dancer and I heard the opening strains of Tool's "Sober" — a decidedly unburlesque piece of music — I knew I was in for something interesting. And most likely unforgettable.

And boy, it was.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you...

Magdalena Fox's Sugar Skull/Day Of The Dead Piece

(WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT)

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At the end of the show, the male MC, Doc Wasabassco himself, surrounded on stage by 7 topless girls in g-strings, announced to the crowd: "Hi. This is my job. What do you do?"

I do believe I'll be back for more. :)

P.S.: In compliance with the requests made in this post, here is a partial pic of my heavenly headpiece:

"MTA" Doesn't Stand For "Macho Testosterone Asshole"

No lie, there was a guy in my subway car last night doing chin-ups on the ceiling bar.

Not even in front of an empty seat, but with people sitting right in front of him. I'm sure he really impressed them with his manly and daring display of strength, as well as with his stylish ensemble consisting of a wifebeater and shorts hanging off his ass.

And I'm really pissed he got off at the stop right before mine because I was all ready to walk up to him and be like, "Hey, that's a great trick! Want to see another one?" and do a Firefly spin on the "stripper" pole next to him. Because I know without a doubt that would have aroused his caveman interest, and when he then predictably tried to hit on me, I could have actually used the line, "Sorry, you're a douche."

Man, that would have been priceless.